Mad Love Pawn
Can you even still feel a connectionCan you see my smile fade
You used to be my perfection
Now I am just something you made
Our intimacy is gone
No recognizing how we used to be
I am now just a mere pawn
Playing your mad love game until I can be free
I do not know how we got this way
I don’t know how I came to fear
I am afraid to go, afraid to stay
Afraid you will harm all I hold dear
I can not give up on this so called love
I can only sit and cry
For when I try and leave, you only yell and shove
If I try to leave you, you shove until I die
So I sit and cry and wait for the end to near
I weep and I break and I bubble with hate
All the while one thing is clear
You monster, you are not my soul mate
Comments (2)
But if the above one is, I admire your guts for writing how it feels when men too are domestically abused, unfortunately we still live in a society where men are not encouraged to come from beneath the sheet of shame.
In other words, its not manly yet it is for a man to become a woman ...
Lord, give me a break from todays bloody crazies for which we are forced to put up with
Anyways good poem
hope you found happiness.